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[color=silver][center]Rain would patter against the gazebo's roof, a rhythmic tune that nearly lulled Aamaya to sleep. However, the frigid breeze that wafted in the open-sided shelter, left Aamaya quivering. A subdued exhale would break the silence that hung over the small gazebo, bright eyes watching as cracks of pure energy clawed their way across the dimmed sky. The way the lightning expanded was similar to the roots of a tree, sprawling out in every which way. Aamaya finally lifted herself off the cold concrete slab that had previously been so comfortable, the rain causing the atmosphere to change entirely. She gripped her arms tightly, hugging her body to deflect the cold that was nipping at her bare skin. Beside the pitter-patter that beat against the roof, the gazebo was rather silent, each step closer to its end would lessen its muffle, the roar of downpour drowning any other noise. Aamaya quickly ran out into the rain, the drops immediately berating her skin, draining it of warmth, replacing the rich olive tones with gray's and blues. The sound of voices would snatch her attention as she made her way toward the palace, an entourage of men marching their horses into the Kingdom. Aamaya watched for a moment, but would continue her journey to sanctuary, desiring the warmth her palace offered. 

Finally arriving, the guards would quickly usher her inside, providing a large woven blanket draped over her shivering figure. [color=white]"Princess Aamaya?! Where have you been! Your lips are violet, you look sickly..Your hands, what happened? They're bloody!"[/color] One of the men would state, moving briskly to get the woman a maiden to tend to her. Aamaya would stay silent, proposing no explanation for her whereabouts. Gaze shifting to confirm her knuckles were indeed tarnished with blood once more, the rain likely allowing the scarlet to flow freely once more. A maiden would soon arrive, a worried tone followed by her arm wrapping around Aamaya's waist to guide her to her chambers. Aamaya did not resist, allowing the woman to undress her, the elegant dress she had been wearing falling to the floor in a soaked pile. A bath had been drawn, steam spiraling up into the air to reveal the heat the bath would provide. Aamaya stepped in, relishing in the sudden burst of warmth that consumed her body. Goosebumps would rise on her skin, a chill trickling down her spine. The woman slunk down into the water, stopping when it hit her chin. It smelled vaguely of lavender, enough to give her skin a soft scent. She would relax for a long while, her maiden tending to her wounded hand, dabbing at the bloodied gash before wrapping her knuckles with a thin strip of cloth. Once the bath had lost its purpose and the heat had diminished, Aamaya rose from the water, wrapping her body in a towel while the other woman scurried to retrieve her something to wear. The [url=https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB13fSVNpXXXXbqXFXXq6xXFXXXa/Czystej-Bawe-ny-Dekolt-Wysokiej-Talii-Rocznika-Kr-lewski-Ksi-niczka-Koszula-Nocna-Bielizna-Nocna-Bia.jpg]gown[/url] was simple, soft cotton perfect for sleeping in. Her hair would be undone, brushed out into soft waves that would cascade down to her bottom. Her makeup removed, leaving her face bare, jewelry stored away safely. She looked much simpler, but still radiated with natural beauty, no longer appearing as a princess but a normal girl. 

The maiden would be dismissed and Aamaya would too leave her room, wandering the palace's halls before ending up in the study. The study welcomed guests, numbers shelves stocked with books of different genres. Soft cushioned seats provided a comfortable place to read, this was one of Aamaya's favorite places in the palace. Aamaya stepped before one of the bookcases, resting her hand against her lips as she scanned over each option. She adored poetry and literature, often times taking the time to write her own. 

The palace was beginning to settle, guests finding their rooms to retire for the night. The lanterns would remain lit, allowing guests to see if need be. While Aamaya knew her mother and father would likely discourage her walking around in a sleeping gown, she would neglect that thought as she knew sleep would not come easy to her if she tried. Her body was exhausted yes, but her mind was not. If she were to try to rest her head would keep her tossing and turning all night, leaving her even more restless once morning came around. So reading was what she resorted to, it always coerced her thoughts to unwind.        [/center][/color]

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